Everyone in your art class is touching your face all at once and you can't even move or smile or do anything even when everyone is saying things that are hilarious because you were chosen to be the model of the demonstration of making a mask out of plaster and if you move you will break the mask and everyone is crowding you and you feel a little claustrophobic and everyone is staring at you and you look really weird with a mask on your face and you look like some sort of monster and then you have to stand in front of everyone and make silly faces to get the mask off of your face then wash all the little pieces of dried plaster in your hair while everyone loudly applauds you and you look in the mirror to see you still have plaster all over your eyebrows so you awkwardly try to rinse your face again without making too much noise so that everyone can hear the teacher explaining what they have to do.
If you read that whole scentence, ily.
If you didn't, ily.
Almost two hundred words in that one scentence.
Wow.
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Randomness
Random"Not many people in the world are crazy, so I'm glad I'm rare." - Me * * * My thoughts can get really random and scattered. So I have decided to make my own book of craziness. Come read about my opinions and rants and other things!
